It's the Roc! Wooo!
  My gear is right... (check)
  My bucket is low... (check)
  My Rocawear is fittin' incredible...
    Fuck it...
  I guess I got my swagger back
  Mama that said I killed her man
  Well I guess I got the dagger back
  It's the Roc bastards we are BACK!
  In the heezy
  Jiggaman, B. Sieg to M-Easy (what up fam?)
  Oskino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
  Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey!
  All I need is the love of my crew
  The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way through
  And all...I...need is a chick to hold a jimmy like
  Meth and Mary, like, Marvin and Tammi, unnnh...
  Now understands we can't be stopped
  From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops
  Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty
  A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
  Young niggas ya'll can't hurt me
  Better watch and observe me
  And learn how to earn better, I burn cheddar
  I set fire to your empire
  I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires
  Yes I-ah...Jay I-ah...
  Double G-A livewire nigga holla back
    [CHORUS]
  All I need...
  Rocawear... (check)
  Nike Airs... (check)
  Mean bucket... (uh huh)
  Armadale in the club couple o' duckets (yeah)
  Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
  All I need...
  That new coupe (got that)
  A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot (got those)
  A sunny day some chicks that wanna play
  And I'll be on my way
    C'mon...now...
  All I need in this world o' sin
  Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha)
  I got a little two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue
  When I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
  Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
  A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch
  Wanna act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!)
  But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the script
  Now all...I...need is a high-priced lawyer
  Cuz it's foul ways nowadays everybody saw you
  And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew
  Can't even steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
  In this time and age, cuz real muhfuckas'll do
  When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you
  But real niggas don't fret cuz the number one crew?
  R to the O to the C comin' true
    [CHORUS]
    Listen...
  The cream too long, my team too strong
  Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone
  Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
  Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)
  The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
  Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beaman [giggle]
  Any given Sunday gunplay's optional
  However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
  Whoever got hops get blocked go to the hole
  Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit
  Plus the jab is sick, and it's that quick
  Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six
  Now run along wit'cha little ass hits
  Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS
  Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers
  All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk
  When I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed
  In the hospital lookin' at M*A*S*H for months
  Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk
  And the fleece got free and pee-pee on the steps...
  We've got no respect
  No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit' him?
  Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit' them?
  All ya'll need is the R-O-C baby
    [CHORUS]
    Listen...
  (All I need)
  Rocafella Records...
  Freeway...
  Oskino and Sparks...
  Chris & Neef
  (All I need)
  Mickey and Mallory...
  Broad Street Bully...
  M-Extra Money, ha...
  YOUNG!
  (All I need)
  H to the izzo...
  CLUE!
  Rell...
  Uh huh...yeah, yeah...
  (All I need)